war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[heorte]

The briefest twitch of amusement crosses Ellis' face, Wysteria's enthusiam returned and then muted as the full scope of what that would entail sinks in. Nevermind that on top of that, they don't exactly know where this rift leads to.

Not great indeed.

But here, rather than interject, Ellis straightens to observe the pair of them. Weighing up the wisdom of calling attention to a thing that feels like an interruption.

[heirring]

"In particular? Oh no. Only confirming that this Gate acts in such a fashion which is more or less consistent with the one in Orlais. I wonder whether—" and here, she lapses into a brief moment of contemplative silence before jotting down a quick note.

Evidently, this passing musing isn't solidified enough to be worth sharing with the class however. For rather than complete the sentence when she's finished, Wysteria simply tucks her pen away again and diverts her attention back to Cosima.

"And you?"

[youwonscience]

"The Gate isn't really my wheelhouse directly," she admits, interested but resisting the urge to press after that half thought. "But ever since we've figure out that red lyrium has the Blight, I've been trying to figure out if the Blight is a pathogen the way I understand it, or if it has a different mechanism. The taint energy we're measuring might be connected, I think, but I'm making up a lot as I go because I'm not sure which of the rules I know about pathogens even apply, you know? I mean, those rules aren't perfect even at home, viruses are objectively weird, but this sometimes feels more like a physical phenomenon."

[heorte]

These are considerations far outside Ellis' wheelhouse.

Physical phenomenon furrows his expression into a frown, though rather than ask the question, he slants a look sideways to observe Wysteria's reaction before interrupting the flow of their conversation.

And still, a question of his own held in check. For now.